The plane to Atlanta was late, which meant I would have to
rush through Hartsfield-Jackson airport to catch my flight back to
Houston. A long line had already formed
behind the ticket desk of anxious individuals being rerouted to final
destinations. I was tired and after
taking a deep breath, asked the women in the seat next to me, to wake me if I
fell asleep, so I wouldn’t miss the plane.
As I lightly slept, my dreams took me back to my healing
circle experience in California the week before and the deep soul work and
emotions I had experienced. At one of the
circles, I had thought about my dad and his short prostate cancer journey, his
courage, smile, and how I wished we had more time together. After that circle I’d gone out to the cliffs
and wrote: “If I had only listened / To every word / Paid more attention to his
wisdom / Maybe this journey / Would have been easier / But I didn’t / So now I
have moments / When I wished I had a dad to call.”
I felt a light touch on my arm, and for just an instant thought,
maybe it was my dad, as the women next to me said our plane had arrived. As I walked onto the plane, I thought about
how much my dad had given me. Love you
dad - billy
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